The Spanish Tragedie.
And welding him vnto my priuate tent,
There layd him downe aud dewd him with my teares,
And sighed and sorrowed as became a friend.
But neither friendly sorrowes, sighes nor teares,
Could win pale death from his vsurped right.
Yet this I did, and lesse I could not doe:
I saw him honoured with due funeral,
This scarfe pluckt off from his liueles arme,
And weare it in remembrance of my friend.
There layd him downe aud dewd him with my teares,
And sighed and sorrowed as became a friend.
But neither friendly sorrowes, sighes nor teares,
Could win pale death from his vsurped right.
Yet this I did, and lesse I could not doe:
I saw him honoured with due funeral,
This scarfe pluckt off from his liueles arme,
And weare it in remembrance of my friend.
Bel. I know the scarfe, would he had kept it still.
For had he liued he would haue kept it still,
And worne it for his Bel-imperias sake:
For twas my fauour at his last depart.
But now weare thou it both for him and me,
For after him thou hast deserued it best.
But for thy kindnes in his life and death,
Be sure while Bel-imperias life eudures,
She will be Don Horatios thankfull friend.
For had he liued he would haue kept it still,
And worne it for his Bel-imperias sake:
For twas my fauour at his last depart.
But now weare thou it both for him and me,
For after him thou hast deserued it best.
But for thy kindnes in his life and death,
Be sure while Bel-imperias life eudures,
She will be Don Horatios thankfull friend.
Hor. And (Madame) Don Horatio will not slacke,
Humbly to serue faire Bel-imperia.
But now if your good liking stand thereto,
Ile craue your pardon to go seeke the Prince,
For so the Duke your father gaue me charge.
Humbly to serue faire Bel-imperia.
But now if your good liking stand thereto,
Ile craue your pardon to go seeke the Prince,
For so the Duke your father gaue me charge.
Bel. I, go, Horatio, leaue me heere alone,
For solitude best fits my cheereles mood:
Yet what auailes to waile Andreas death,
From whence Horatio proues my second loue?
Had he not loued Andrea as he did,
He could not sit in Bel-imperias thoughtes.
But how can loue finde harbour in my brest,
Till I reuenge the death of my beloued?
Yes, second loue shall further my reuenge.
Ile loue Horatio my Andreas friend,
The more to spight the Prince that wrought his end.
And where Don Balthazar that slew my loue,
He shall in rigour of my iust disdaine,
For solitude best fits my cheereles mood:
Yet what auailes to waile Andreas death,
From whence Horatio proues my second loue?
Had he not loued Andrea as he did,
He could not sit in Bel-imperias thoughtes.
But how can loue finde harbour in my brest,
Till I reuenge the death of my beloued?
Yes, second loue shall further my reuenge.
Ile loue Horatio my Andreas friend,
The more to spight the Prince that wrought his end.
And where Don Balthazar that slew my loue,
He shall in rigour of my iust disdaine,
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